??Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Missing out on a Fortune_Part 1
Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Missing out on a Fortune_Part 1
Bang bang bang——
Gunshots followed one after another, and with each flash of fire, another mobster would fall to the ground, clutching his knees in confusion.
Only in the mont of collapsing did they realize that their knees had exploded.
The wounds, a ssy mix of flesh and shattered bones, felt no pain against all reason, just numbness.
This feeling was even more terrifying than being slashed with a knife!
The crucial problem was, with the protection of the noble’s guards, they couldn’t break through to that guy’s side. In just a few minutes, three or four dozen of them had fallen.
But the results of the battle were almost non-existent, as each gunshot ant another one down, with intervals that never lasted more than three seconds.
If this continued, even sacrificing all their n wouldn’t take these people down.
“Retreat!”
The sound of a bell ca from sowhere within the woods.
Upon hearing this, all the mobsters hurriedly backed off and fled in all directions like mad.
Colin didn’t stop attacking because the enemy was retreating; he emptied another magazine, leaving behind a few followers of The Glutton before ceasing fire.
And after confirming their retreat, the old butler’s gaze in the carriage shifted towards Colin as his hand clenched around the Cross Sword…
The distance between them was less than ten ters.
At that range, if he employed the Knight’s Six Techniques, he could take a person down in less than a second.
To him, the attack seed too much of a coincidence, starting with an ambush that suggested the involvent of other nobles, followed by the tily appearance of a friendly person with a mysterious weapon to repel the enemies.
It felt a bit too fake…
But he couldn’t be certain he could definitely take down the opponent.
That tal Weapon was too mysterious, though it appeared to have a clear flaw—it seed incapable of attacking people behind objects, and after six shots, it needed to be reloaded with sothing.
Yet, he couldn’t be sure that was a vulnerability the opponent had intentionally left exposed.
At that mont, he saw the missus waving her hand, signaling not to take action, and with a sigh, the old butler withdrew his hostility.
…
“Has the hostility been temporarily suppressed? I thought it would turn into a ‘cornered hare and hunted dog’ situation…”
Colin was now extrely sensitive to hostile gazes, having identified early on that the old butler seed to have been targeting him all the while.
Just now, there was even a mont when it felt like he was about to make a move…
And though he didn’t know why the butler ultimately held back.
But if a conflict really happened, he wouldn’t mind teaching the other party how a knee can disappear.
“Sir, what do you plan to do with these people?” Helena, wearing a hood, stood behind the guards, not rashly approaching Colin.
The reason she asked was that from the beginning, his request was to capture them alive.
After thinking it over, Colin unceremoniously ordered them to tie up all these people.
A total of about twenty people.
“The captives are secured, what’s next?”
Colin approached the group of prisoners sowhat confused, as the mission only ntioned capturing them without further instructions.
But as he stood there puzzled, a transparent vortex appeared.
This ti, it didn’t sweep everyone away; instead, it felt as though an invisible hand stretched out from the vortex, reaching towards the captives.
And then, Colin watched as their expressions beca dazed, as if they had been struck by a hamr.
But soon, the invisible hand retracted, and the vortex disappeared.
“They didn’t take them away, so what did they do? Sift through their mories?”
Curiously, Colin looked at these people, only noticing that besides a seeming decline in their ntal state, they exhibited no other symptoms.
As for the other people present, they seed not to have noticed the Bonfire Company’s actions at all.
Without giving it much thought, Colin turned around, facing everyone, about to speak, when suddenly he felt the ergence of a signal source in his mind—
The second employee!
But after a brief sensing, Colin furrowed his brow, finding that sothing seed off.
That employee’s location was still a good distance away from here.
Without ti to ponder, the counterpart, who hadn’t been in clear contact until now, suddenly sent a ssage:
“Captain, it’s Tang Ken. I’ve resurrected in a place similar to an ancient town and was just sent into a dungeon. Now, I’ve been hauled out and put into a prison cart; they seem to want to convoy
sowhere…”
An ancient town?
Colin was taken aback. The signal indicated a resurrection nearby, and the Book of Fate had also ntioned a revival in this vicinity, but the result was that the person wasn’t here.
Thinking this, he eyed the nobles suspiciously; could it be that ddling here had caused another deviation in fate?
For instance, that the original container used for the resurrection hadn’t died or sothing like that.
Sigh…
The more Colin used the “Book of Fate,” the more he realized its inadequacies—every ti he was about to know the future, it would change the future.
No wonder both the forums and Miss Bunny were saying that one should try not to rely on the “Book of Fate.”
‘Never mind, anyhow, it’s certain that I’ll have to make an extra trip,’ Colin sighed silently to himself.
Without further thought, a female voice ca through: “Sir, thank you for your assistance. I would like to ask if you could beco our guard on the journey to Black Stone City.”
She paused, then added, “Of course, once we arrive there, I will pay ten spoonfuls of first-grade purified gold as the corresponding reward.
“Should we encounter further attacks, I will increase the reward accordingly.”
She waited confidently for an agreent.
Gold, as one of the highest-grade and most versatile ritual consumables in the mystical world, is absolutely hard currency. The amount of five spoonfuls was enough to engage a Second Step powerhouse.
However, what she didn’t know was that Colin, hearing her offer, was totally baffled.
Ten spoonfuls? What kind of unit is that? And what is first-grade purified gold? Pure gold?
Question marks sprouted in Colin’s mind, but then, a flash of insight struck him, realizing that the quantity of “one spoonful” was similar to “one tael.”
But the standard for first-grade purification remained sowhat unclear to him.
In other words, are you willing to spend a pound of gold to hire ? If it were before, I would’ve leaped at the opportunity, but alas, I’m no longer who I once was…
Colin shook his head and refused the request:
“I have other things to do. I’m afraid it won’t be convenient to join you, so I must decline.”
Having said this, he wasn’t inclined to delay any longer and headed in the direction of the incoming signal.
However, not more than ten seconds later, his figure had disappeared from everyone’s view. Still, looking at the direction he had taken, Helena and the old butler had expressions that were strangely indescribable.
“Wil, if I’m not mistaken, that direction leads to Black Stone City, doesn’t it?”
Not on the sa road? Helena questioned, her tone wavering with uncertainty at Colin’s words.
The old butler Wil didn’t imdiately reply; instead, he took out a map and looked it over, then looked around before nodding his confirmation, “Indeed, that’s correct.”
Helena fell silent for a mont, her voice coming from beneath her hood: “Did our distress signal manage to get through this ti?”
“It did,” the old butler added. “We can be sure those ruffians had a special thod to seal off this area just now.
“And that man just now…”
“He should be fine. Since that’s the case, let’s follow and see. I always feel that he’s not with those others.”
Helena gestured, and without further conversation, the diminished convoy, with only two or three surviving horses, began to move again.
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